Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, Ebraheim, get me a pot for the giardiniera!

-Don't tell me how to do my job. -Just do it!

If the spaghetti didn't make any sense,

♪ I said I don't give a damn ♪

What's goin' on? What do you think?

♪ Via Chicago... ♪

-You alright? -Thank you.

Then I do onion, then I do potatoes. We have system.

♪ Breaker... ♪

Okay, I was so excited for you to come home.

-(louder snarling) -Shh...

-Michael's system. -Carmen, there is a girl.

-a little bit more clearly, alright? -Hold on a second here.

This fucking fairy's butt-buddy. He's--

-RICHIE: Corner! -Chef! Corner! Behind...

♪ One, two, three, four, five against one ♪

♪ Me, yeah ♪

-I know. That's what I wanted to tell you. -That it's not for sale?

that he always be wearing. You know, it smell like

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no. No, Luanne, that's...

-that pot for me, please, Chef. -Yes, Chef.

We're gonna need more bread.

-(murmuring, laughing) -No two ways about it. You win...

but none of these fuckwads taught you how to make a pasta!

that's... that's really nice of you.

(overlapping excited chatter)

-What's UPS? That's in Chicago? -Uh,

♪ And I watched it float away ♪

-Deal! -No shit deal!

Good! Good! Y'all happy now?

It takes two hours longer. The good news is

Oh my god, she murdered it, Tina!

to still be open after everything.

No, don't you fucking! I got all kinds of receipts

♪ Let it go, baby ♪

Today was not the day to go fucking with the system.